The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
It was an unsolved Jane Doe case that had been open for a few years. The evidence room still had a bag of unclaimed belongings, left on a back shelf where no one bothered.
When Evelyn came to the department, she pushed a strand of while hair behind her ear. The pixie cut she sported was getting longer, and she needed to trim it again. She remembered when she started working as a detective. She had long hair back when they found her. The only thing she remembered was a first name: Evelyn. The rest was a blank slate she had rebuilt over the past few years.
”This is a photo of the deceased?” Evelyn pulled the folder closer, scanning over the photos. The top few were of a girl with blond hair, a single red spot where she had been shot in the forehead. The river had washed away most of the blood, so it wasn’t as gory as some cases she viewed. She vaguely looked at the autopsy report, then put on gloves to reach for the evidence bags. There were several articles of clothing: arm bands, a skirt, a unitard, a sweater. Then there was a hoodie that didn’t seem to match the rest. [Men’s clothing.] the echoes announced, drawing her attention. The rest of the outfit was clearly her size and style, but this seemed different. Was it from the attacker, her own? It was as good a place to start as any.
The answer came faster than she expected. When she reached for the sweater, a flash of memories raced into her mind. There was the blond, a girl with a snarky attitude and a rebellious posture. She had green defiant eyes, glowing hands, a stern face. There was also a boy, who clearly felt strongly for her. Love… A boyfriend? And then a piece of paper with words written on it was filling her thoughts: If lost, please return to Ty Fisher.
Ah, a lead. Or a message left by another mutant. How had this never come up before?
Without speaking much, she moved to the nearest computer and ran through their database. It was easy enough to find the person she wanted. He had a history of petty crime, much in line with the girl. She had no identity up to this point, but obviously, she fit within his circle.
”Contact this gentleman as next of kin. He can collect her belongings, I think I’ve learned what I can from them. Once we get a name, we can file the case at least.” She stood up and stretched. It was up to this Ty to lead them any further. That was assuming he even knew the girl was dead in the first place.
It had been a week or two since he got back; the days were running together and nothing really made sense. Ever since flickers of his memory came back, he'd been feeling empty. And the girl from his memories, Tses...there was no sign of her. Nothing he tried brought back any leads, and he was starting to settle into a habit of sleeping during the day, working night shift at the pawn shop, and then sitting alone on the roof of his apartment building until his body forced him to go to sleep, and repeat.
Until one afternoon when a knock stirred him from his slumber; it was his day off, but he still found little reason to be up during the day, so he kept up the routine. When he opened the door, there was an officer. "Ty Fisher?" "Yeah?"
The ensuing conversation was a blur, like it was straddling some static-filled line between fiction and reality. Tses was dead. Gone. Biting back the tears, he managed to go get the box of her belongings. Then, he went back to bed in order to process this.
When he awoke, he was on the rooftop again, this time with the box. He went through the articles of clothing; that's really all they were. And they all felt...familiar, but one looked even more familiar and seemed out of place among the armbands and the sweater. A lone green hoodie, resting at the bottom of the box. Reaching inside, he pulled it out, and just held it in his hands...
Contact with the clothing did what it often did: it brought Ty to a time and place in the past, back when a blonde haired girl ran wild in the streets of New York. There were memories of a breakup, as fuzzy to the hoodie as it had been to the girl. The fight had been much like normal: he cared, she pulled away. With the tears and misunderstandings, she went her way, taking the green hoodie with her. For a bit it stayed in the dark, hidden in a box, a closet, until it started being worn again but a sad, lost girl.
She wore it at night when she was lonely, a glowing flicker of green light feeling lost. She riddled with the strings and the pockets, actions carrying memories she wished she could convey. She forgave him for leaving, for running from someone as damaged as her. ”Some people just can’t be saved.” she whispered, staring at a mirror, holding the fabric. ”Maybe pushing you away was the best way to save you from me. Heh, if I had your powers at least I could find memories in something stupid like this.”
Tses never said what she wanted: she wanted him to come back for the hoodie, come back and fill the empty spaces within the sleeves. She wanted him to save her again, but he never did. Then one day, there was a single gunshot. The hoodie never knew who, or why. But it traveled with the girl to be dumped, one day found by police until it was stored in evidence, waiting to be found.
He was too late, but she never held that against him. She never expected him to return, only held onto the comfort that had been there once before.
He'd been able to find some bit of control over his powers through the years, but something about this hoodie just...brought him back. When his hand made contact, he found himself reliving some of the memories therein, from giving it to her, to some happy moments, and then through their breakup. To him never coming back. And her....being gone. He heard her words, and clung to them as his face grew hot, eyes starting to sting.
The twenty-seven year old sat on that rooftop, rocking back and forth as he held on to that hoodie for dear life, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "Maybe if I was here I could have saved you..." He closed his eyes tightly, letting himself feel the thick fabric of the hoodie, wishing she could have been in it one more time, for one last embrace.
"Or at least I could have died with you..."
The night air grew cold, and he just sort of slipped it on, pulling the hood tight as he opened his eyes, looking out over the city, then his eyes drifting back to the box as he got an idea. The case had run cold a long time ago, but maybe, just maybe...
